When my monster-in-law demanded to sit between me and her precious baby boy at our wedding reception, I gave her exactly what she wanted – along with a side of poetic justice. After months of her “helpful suggestions” about my dress, our flowers, and even my cooking, Patricia had finally gone full bride at my own wedding by showing up in a white rhinestone monstrosity.
While Ethan obliviously smiled at his mother’s antics, I made one quick phone call to the bakery. The revised cake topper – featuring lovingly crafted miniatures of the real couple of the hour, Ethan and Patricia – said everything my polite smiles couldn’t. Watching her sputter with rage as I handed her the cake knife was more satisfying than any wedding kiss could have been. Some might say canceling the marriage license the next day was extreme, but honestly? Best wedding gift I could have given myself.
